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Chapter Twelve Open Spiritual Eyes (1)

"I'm in a good mood, go out for a walk, and the blue sea and blue sky are blowing the wind~" I hummed my idol's song and walked towards my home with big strides in the outer horoscope.

My home is in the community, and it is the first one to have the whole building. The old man in Northeast China calls this house a big mountain. Houses relying on the mountains are prone to moisture than other houses, but they are slightly cheaper to sell. In fact, when I was a child, I have thought countless times whether to break the wall and there is a snow mountain behind it.

The anti-theft door in the corridor was rusted and there was no need for a key. I gently pulled the iron door without force, because I could hear the creaking sound of oil-deficient bearings when I touched it. How could I kill the door with such a big opening and closing? After all, I was born with divine power.

"She is just my sister~ My sister said that purple is very charming~" I took out the key, opened the door lock and walked into the room.

There is still no one at home. Maybe my parents and grandma went out to work overnight. The folding sofa in the living room against the wall has been opened. After laying the mattress and a mattress, I slept on the sofa.

Next to the sofa is a coffee table, and there are large iron-buckled meals on it. It is a dinner prepared for me. Although I was still not too hungry for a night, so I didn’t turn it on. It would be a breakfast to eat tomorrow morning. Children from poor families would be the first to be the home.

I simply washed my feet and socks, hung the socks on the clothes drying rack, and I walked to the living room and sat on the chair in front of the computer desk in the living room. I couldn’t smoke at home, so I could only look up at the sky.

In fact, I can comfort myself with the hallucinations that I have caused by my mental tension. After all, it is something I only see under certain special circumstances, and the hallucinations that arise after being scared.

However, my three views have long collapsed with shouts. Wouldn't it be better if I could see these things with my own eyes? Then I believe that they are completely true.

"The world is invincible, and the universe borrows the method!" As I thought about it, I also remembered the performances in the ghost movie. Those who are not very skilled can use willow leaves to wipe their eyes with ancient well water to wipe their eyes and open their eyes to see ghosts. Those with profound skilled hands pinch their sword fingers, and when they pass through their eyes and open their eyes, the movie also needs to be accompanied by a golden light flashing in their eyes, symbolizing the success of opening their eyes.

I closed my eyes childishly, formed sword fingers with my hands, and gently stroked my fingers to my fingers on my eyelids.

In my fantasy, I put special effects on myself, and there was a golden light on my sword's finger. The moment I opened my eyes, there was a golden light, which was so great.

"Bang!" My movement was too large. My arm touched a cylindrical cup without water. The cup fell to the ground and the wheels entered the bottom of the sofa.

My butt was sitting on the chair without moving. I lowered my body and could barely get stuck at the bottom of the sofa.

I felt that the cup hadn't rolled in much, so I reached out and wanted to hook the cup out.

"Oh? Why is this a little cold?" I felt something cold under the sofa, and thought to myself: It's over, the water has sprinkled, and I still have to clean it up later.

My head was pressed against the sofa and finally let me touch the cup. I grabbed the handle of the cup and started to stop.

I didn't take out the cup without force. Could it be that it was stuck on the sofa legs?

I helplessly let go of the cup I grabbed, pulled out my hand, stood up from the chair, knelt on the ground with my knees, and lay in with my upper body.

This didn't get stuck either. I saw that the cup was not next to the sofa legs, and there was nothing to get stuck.

I turned left and looked at it. A woman's face with bloody orifices was pressed against my face. I didn't react and turned right again. It turned out that the TV remote control was not falling into the sofa.

"Hey, drink some water when you are thirsty." I took out the cup.

I don’t know what knocked me on my left brain three times, and I turned around irritably: “What are you doing?! I didn’t look at the water cup and I’m thirsty and I want to drink water! Why are you hitting me? I’m not educated!”

I moved my knees back a few steps, and my upper body was just enough to lift it.

A big black and red hand stretched out from the empty space of the sofa, grabbed my neck and pulled it hard.

"Oh, fuck." I was panicked. Could it be that a thief entered my house? No! I seemed to have seen a big face bleeding from seven orifices just now.

And... again... again... again... again.

Don’t panic, don’t panic. Brother Xu once taught me a simple and easy-to-understand magic trick. I was so wise that I could barely open my mouth while I was not pulled into the sofa. "Jie Di Jie Di...Poro Jie Di...Poro Jie Di...Poro Monk Jie Di...Damn! What did the last sentence come from?"

"Oh, be gentler~ I'm afraid of pain~" This time I was not afraid of it. Since I can't defeat evil, then enjoy the process of being possessed by evil!

The obvious feeling pulled my hand and paused for half a second, and she might have never seen such a slutty human.

Instead of pulling me into the sofa for a cordial conversation with me, I stopped in front of the sofa, with a face pressing against my face.

I could see the expression of this female ghost clearly. Although her eyes were bleeding, she did not close her eyes and looked at me affectionately.

The beautiful eyes are bleeding but not affecting the beauty of the peach blossom eyes, especially her pupils are blue. I don’t know why a ghost’s eyelash is so long, and it’s not attached to it at first glance. There are no eyelashes and nail salons in the underworld.

He has a high nose bridge, willow-leaved eyebrows, and melon-shaped face. How great would it be if this was a human being.

She looked at me, her hand still holding my neck, and there was no subsequent move.

We looked at each other for a minute, and my eyes were extremely dry. When I was about to blink, she closed her eyes first, and then two lines of blood and tears flowed out of her eyes.

"Don't...don't cry...I'm still here." I couldn't help but say.

She nodded gently, and then she used her hand to directly knock the back of my head towards the iron rack supporting the sofa.

"Bang!"

"Oh, darn!" He cried and hit my head against the wall.

Her eyes flashed with confusion. Before I could react, I suddenly felt fierce again.

I was killed for the first time, but not the second time, fainted and did not wake up.

The female ghost let go of my hand and repeatedly confirmed that I fainted before flying out of the sofa.

She stood in the living room, wearing a pure black coat with black cuffs. It was similar to a crosstalk coat, but she couldn't hold up the coat. Compared with the clothes she wore, she was completely unworthy of her beautiful facial features.

She used her hands to pull it out of the sofa, put it in front of the coffee table, turned it over, facing her, and stacked my hands on her abdomen. She didn't care about my nose bleeding at this moment.

No need to ask, I'm eating it!

"Sir, you are here." The female ghost's mouth and tongue did not move, but there was a sound of speaking.
Chapter completed!
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